I just stood in line behind a preoperative transsexual at Old Navy. He was very tall and built and wore gym shorts and muscle T but had your 55-year old aunt's frizzy auburn ponytail and wore fuschia lipstick. Thick gold hoop earrings finished off the look. He/she purchased a curious combination of scoop-neck henleys and boxer shorts and paid cash. Only in L.A.
As I turned out of the parking lot and prepared to make a left on La Cienega, I noticed a huge banner dangling off the Beverly Center mall. "H&M. Beverly Center. Fall 2006." I almost read-ended the SUV in front of me as I squealed in delight and speed-dialed Showcase.
Fashion-conscious east coasters know what I'm talking about. H&M has some fabulous stuff at insanely low prices. Whenever I go to New York, I'm guaranteed to bring back at least two full bags of stuff back on the plane with me, and I'll have spent like $200. It's about fuckin' time they set up shop out here.
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I urge all of you to check out Amy Calistri and Tim Lavalli's stellar three-part article "Two Million Questions: Will Poker Answer?" over on Poker News. These two just spent the last three weeks intensely investigating how two million extra chips were added to the final chip count in this year's WSOP Main Event and they come to a very compelling, specific conclusion. Tournament poker's security and quality-control procedures have grown obsolete in the face of super-sized fields and Tim and Amy have shown a lot of guts in explaining why.
Two Million Questions: Will Poker Answer? (Part I)
Two Million Questions: Will Poker Answer? (Part II)
Two Million Questions: Will Poker Answer? (Part III)
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I'm off the poker schneid thanks to one of those Stars 180-player SNGs. I managed to make the final table in one last night, though I exited in a disappointing sixth when A8 flopped an 8 against my AK after getting the money in pre-flop. The $180.00 was nice, as was the knowledge that the players in these are still frighteningly bad.
Might try another tonight.